(Twisted Drunk Mode)
After a round of mojitos, two rounds of Jack Daniels and five Heineken with lemon, Kenshiro stood up of the sofa in the tour bus and walked into the bathroom. Five minutes passed, and he didn't come out. No noises were coming from there, except the hard breathing crawling out of poor Shooter's corrupted lungs.
I sat and watched all the time what Kenshiro was doing, without saying a word, perfectly understanding the reasons why the tough bassist of The Great Green Yakuza used to cry after the first big round of booze. Without being seen or heard, Kenshiro regretted every night for the only thing that used to be more important than the band: His dead girlfriend Anna.
Anna was beautiful. And talented. She knew how to draw perfectly and she spoke 3 languages. She designed my outfits for the concerts. She had an enormous intelligence, that got lost partially due to her addiction to heroin.
One day, despite of Kenshiro's opposition, Anna decided to mix crack with the heroin she was injecting to herself. Big lack of intelligence in this case. The most logical thing happened, she died of a heart attack and Kenshiro blamed himself for his girlfriend's death. After lots of arguing between them, she decided to meet her maker. By herself.
The day of her funeral she looked beautiful like Snow White. She seemed like she was sleeping, so peaceful and serene that Kenshiro felt offended after all what happened the day before. Maybe that's why he blames himself for Anna's demise. He brought heroin and crack to her life and heroin and crack took her life away. He decided to stay with cocaine to release his pain somehow. That was something he wasn't able to let go for good. That event taught him a very hard and unforgettable lesson.
Every night i see the tough boy Shooter Kenshiro crying for his lost love. I am the only one who sees him, and i'm the responsible of keeping it as a secret. His image of a merciless asshole can't be stained for a memory. And it's because of it that Kenshiro cries every night, being seen by me, to avoid being seen crying by the rest of the people that don't give a fuck about his feelings, only about his fierce and flawless image of a tormented boy disguised as a cruel heartless rascal.
After a round of mojitos, two rounds of Jack Daniels and five Heineken with lemon, Kenshiro stood up of the sofa in the tour bus and walked into the bathroom. Five minutes passed, and he didn't come out. No noises were coming from there, except the hard breathing crawling out of poor Shooter's corrupted lungs.
I sat and watched all the time what Kenshiro was doing, without saying a word, perfectly understanding the reasons why the tough bassist of The Great Green Yakuza used to cry after the first big round of booze. Without being seen or heard, Kenshiro regretted every night for the only thing that used to be more important than the band: His dead girlfriend Anna.
Anna was beautiful. And talented. She knew how to draw perfectly and she spoke 3 languages. She designed my outfits for the concerts. She had an enormous intelligence, that got lost partially due to her addiction to heroin.
One day, despite of Kenshiro's opposition, Anna decided to mix crack with the heroin she was injecting to herself. Big lack of intelligence in this case. The most logical thing happened, she died of a heart attack and Kenshiro blamed himself for his girlfriend's death. After lots of arguing between them, she decided to meet her maker. By herself.
The day of her funeral she looked beautiful like Snow White. She seemed like she was sleeping, so peaceful and serene that Kenshiro felt offended after all what happened the day before. Maybe that's why he blames himself for Anna's demise. He brought heroin and crack to her life and heroin and crack took her life away. He decided to stay with cocaine to release his pain somehow. That was something he wasn't able to let go for good. That event taught him a very hard and unforgettable lesson.
Every night i see the tough boy Shooter Kenshiro crying for his lost love. I am the only one who sees him, and i'm the responsible of keeping it as a secret. His image of a merciless asshole can't be stained for a memory. And it's because of it that Kenshiro cries every night, being seen by me, to avoid being seen crying by the rest of the people that don't give a fuck about his feelings, only about his fierce and flawless image of a tormented boy disguised as a cruel heartless rascal.
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